i could feel it slipping away.
clinging to my conciousness. manically looking for a handhold in the oil slick of my mind. it wanted nothing to do with me or my destructive behavior. finally the curtain closed. there was no standing ovation. it left me behind but forgot to take its dreams along with it.
...a strange night.








dd
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*Sweet sweet pain behind your eyes....
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who the hell knows anymore?
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*Sweet sweet pain behind your eyes....
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who the hell knows anymore?
promise
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who the hell knows anymore?